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He knew too much about this world, more than anyone should. As King of Tru, Anos had seen enough betrayal, power struggles, and political games in his last lifetime (from anime, games, novels, etc).
But even after all this time, something was unnerving about the CP2 agents Olvia Omoro and his men who had fallen into his hands.
The layers of secrecy surrounding them hinted at more than just blind loyalty to the World Government.
These people were hiding something deeper. And Anos knew that if he didn't extract every piece of information from them, it might come back to haunt him.
He stood in the dimly lit chamber, watching the prisoners closely.
"Isn't it necessary to pry some words from these guys?" he muttered, The thought weighed heavily on his mind.
He had long learned that information was more valuable than any weapon, more dangerous than any Devil Fruit.
If something unexpected were to happen later, without knowing what these CP2 agents held in their minds, the consequences could be devastating.
At that moment, the three members of CP2, including Olvia Omoro, sat shackled with restraint collars around their necks.
These collars weren't just any ordinary shackles, they were specialized devices designed to suppress the abilities of Devil Fruit users, rendering them powerless.
The proud agents, once so confident in their abilities, now sat silently, their eyes no longer carrying the same arrogance.
They could no longer use their powers or strength, which left them with no choice but to sit obediently, their gazes lowered to the floor, their minds racing for an escape that didn't exist.
Anos glanced at them, his gaze piercing through the gloom. His dark eyes gleamed with a calculating coldness, his mind always working, always three steps ahead.
He raised his right foot, and with a swift stamp on the stone floor, the familiar sensation of the boundary space came into being.
The barrier that separated them from the rest of the world shimmered into existence once again, enveloping them in an invisible dome of silence.
No sound could escape, no prying eyes could intrude. Inside this barrier, the truth would be revealed, one way or another.
"Your Majesty..." Daiki, Anos's loyal second-in-command, spoke hesitantly, his brow furrowed with confusion.
He had been standing at the edge of the chamber, observing the situation, yet still unsure of what Anos intended to do.
Before Daiki could piece together the plan, Anos began walking toward Olvia Omoro, his steps deliberate and slow, like a predator closing in on its prey.
Olvia Omoro, who had been sitting in eerie silence, suddenly let out a low chuckle.
"Huhuhu... It seems King Tru has changed his mind," he said with a sly smile.
The arrogance that once coloured his words had faded, replaced with a quiet understanding.
He was aware of his impending fate, but he still clung to a shred of his former confidence.
"You're right," Anos replied, his voice as calm as ever. "I've changed my mind. I realized that I already know most of what you do, and there's no need for me to learn anything more from your mouths."
Omoro raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for the king to continue.
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Anos crouched down, meeting Olvia Omoro's gaze at eye level. "But I can still talk to you about these things," Anos continued, his tone smooth yet chilling. "Consider it a final courtesy a compensation of sorts before you die."
The room grew colder. Daiki, ever cautious, instinctively moved to the edge of the barrier, his eyes scanning the perimeter.
Despite knowing the barrier provided complete protection, he couldn't shake the feeling that something might go wrong. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword, ready to act at a moment's notice.
Though there was no danger here, Daiki knew better than to let his guard down.
"Tell me, what do you know?" Anos asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of command.
Olvia Omoro, for the first time since his capture, no longer exuded that air of superiority.
He had resigned himself to his fate. Why struggle when the end was inevitable?
Still, something was intriguing about this conversation, and so he decided to indulge Anos.
"I have to admit," Anos began, a small smirk playing at his lips, "in some ways, I admire the CP departments. The way you operate under direct orders from the World Government is... efficient."
"But let's be honest, it's not the World Government that commands you, is it? You only follow the orders of those five old men The Five Elders."
Omoro said nothing, but the flicker in his eyes gave him away. Anos leaned in slightly, watching for every twitch of emotion.
He wasn't just fishing for information; he was confirming things he already suspected.
"Let me guess," Anos continued, his smirk widening, "Besides the Space Series Devil Fruits that the Five Elders have you searching for, the other fruits you're tasked with finding are the surgical ones. You've been looking for the Ope Ope no Mi, haven't you?"
The look of surprise on Olvia Omoro's face was brief, but it was enough. Anos had hit the mark, and he knew it. Olvia's silence was all the confirmation he needed.
"King Tru," Olvia Omoro said, his voice measured, though the astonishment still lingered in his tone, "I must admit, I'm surprised. Who would have thought that a small kingdom in the South Blue could learn so much about events in the New World?"
Anos chuckled, rising to his feet. "The New World? I haven't heard that term in a while. I can only imagine what's happening there now."
He began pacing slowly, his gaze distant as if recalling something long forgotten. "But if I had to guess, I'd say the most powerful force on the seas right now is still the Whitebeard Pirates. And the surviving members of the Rocks Pirates… well, they've all grown in power, haven't they?"
Olvia's eyes darkened slightly at the mention of the Whitebeard Pirates, but he remained silent, listening.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Anos continued, "if the World Government is having a harder time controlling things now. The balance of power is slipping through their fingers, and there's no telling how things will play out. But if you survive long enough, Olvia, you might get to see how this world changes."
"It sounds like I won't survive, though, doesn't it?" Olvia Omoro's smile returned, though it was more subdued now. The resignation in his voice was undeniable.
Anos nodded, his gaze hardening. "That's right. It's unlikely you'll make it out of here alive."
Olvia Omoro took in a slow breath, his expression unchanged. He had accepted his fate long before this moment. Struggling now would be futile.
"Daiki," Anos called out to his second-in-command, who remained vigilant at the edge of the barrier, "take care of the CP agents. Make it swift."
Daiki nodded, stepping forward without hesitation. The other CP2 agents were already on the verge of collapse, their injuries severe. It would take only a flick of his wrist to end it all.
Daiki's blade gleamed in the dim light as he approached the men, his movements efficient and cold.
Within moments, the deed was done. Only Olvia Omoro remained, sitting in the centre of the room, his eyes meeting Anos's without any sign of hatred.
"So, King Tru," Olvia began speaking again, "this trip to the South Blue has certainly been enlightening. I never imagined that a kingdom like yours could harbour someone as powerful as you. But if the World Government learns about your existence, I wonder what state things will be in then?"
Anos chuckled once more, the sound low and dangerous. "You're right to be concerned, Olvia Omoro. If the World Government finds out about our strength, even I can't predict what will happen."
"But in two years, the seas will change drastically. Not even the World Government will be able to control it. Let alone your CP divisions none of them will have the power to stop us."
Olvia Omoro's eyes widened slightly. "Why are you so certain that the seas will change so much within two years?"
"The New World," Anos said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "is only so big. And the pirates? They're restless. Everyone wants to be the next Pirate King. They all want to know the truth behind the One Piece."
As he spoke, the tension in the room grew thicker. The mention of the legendary treasure, the One Piece, had a way of stirring emotions in even the most hardened of men.
"Given that, the island of Laugh Tale will become a battleground for the greatest powers on the seas. The remaining members of the Rocks Pirates will play a key role in this. And as for the Marines… well, they won't have the time or resources to deal with what's happening in the Four Seas."
Olvia's lips curled into a small smile. "Thank you, King Tru. I never expected to receive such insight before my death."
Olvia Omoro truly expressed his sincere thanks this time. He understood what Anos had said, but now, connecting all the pieces made him realize just how frightening the little guy in front of him truly was.
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